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Well, there was no telling what was going to happen, but I had some ideas.

“Well, don’t pick up a drinking habit, Dad,” I said as I got up. “The Irish like a drink from what I hear.”

“There won’t be much time for that,” he chuckled. “I’ll be hard at it. You going to bed?”

“Yeah, I’m tired. Tryptophan and all that.”

“That’s actually a myth,” my mom said. “Not enough of it to make you tired. You just ate too much.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, could be that. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Night.”

“Night, pumpkin,” my dad smiled.

Gone for a month, I thought as I took the stairs to the second floor, instantly taken back to our naughty little getaway.

God, that was hot, I thought. But as I turned to my room, I saw it—a little splash of cum on the hallway floor.

“Oh, shit!” I hissed, racing to the bathroom for some tissues. I wet a fistful in the sink and grabbed another wad and quickly cleaned up the evidence.

He shot right over my head, I thought as I made my way into my room, closed the door, and threw myself down on my bed, wishing he was there to press his hard body against mine.

What a man.

To say I was inexperienced with boys would be an understatement. My dad was quite protective and kept the sleaze balls away from me in high school, and the only boyfriend I’d ever had, Danny, was just…nice.

He was too nice.

I remember lying on his lap for an hour while we watched Halloween of all things, and he never made a move once.

All I wanted was a kiss! Was that too much for a gal to ask for?

After Danny, I was off to UT and still single. If I was being honest with myself (and Jim), the only dick I’d ever actually seen had been a football player streaking through the quad and guys in porn films that you inevitably end up seeing growing up these days with the internet.

Boys had never been a priority for me, to be honest. I was into painting and figuring out what I wanted to major in. I kept to myself a lot. Not that I was antisocial, I just wasn’t boy crazy and out at parties wearing skimpy outfits like so many of the other freshman girls.

But when it came to Jim, I was just completely possessed. I wasn’t afraid of the fact that I was inexperienced around him. I wanted him to be my first for everything and I wanted him to teach me just how to do all the things he would like. It turned me on beyond belief.

I wonder what he’s doing right now, I thought as I slid my hand up my thigh and closed my eyes, remembering what his touch had felt like.

I was wet again just thinking about him and knew I wasn’t going to be able to make it through the night without taking care of myself at least once…

Take care of her for me, I thought, remember what my father had told him.

Oh, he will, I thought with a smile as I rolled my clit with my middle finger. I’ll make sure of it.

Chapter Eight

Autumn

I spent most of the next day with my parents helping my dad get ready. We had family breakfast and lunch and took several walks around the neighborhood to take breaks from packing.

My mom had to remind him three times to bring his toothbrush with him, but he still forgot in the end, and as he was lugging his suitcase down the steps, she came racing down behind him, waving it in her hand.

“Randy!” she called out. “You big oaf! How many times did I tell you not to forget this?”

My dad smiled and took it from her. “It’s okay, Michelle. I could just buy one over there.”

“No need to waste money we don’t have to,” my mom said. My dad just smiled and took it from her. It wasn’t about the toothbrush; it was about her keeping busy and trying not to break down and cry because she was going to miss him.

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